“That’s what!” cried Bunny.  His sister did not know much about electric starters and such things, but Bunny, through having asked Bunker Blue many questions, had come to learn considerable about the machinery.

“Hurry, children!  You must come to breakfast!” called Mrs. Brown.  “You may look at the auto another time.  After breakfast we’ll have to pack it and get ready for the trip.”

“We’re coming!” cried Bunny and Sue, and with last looks at the big car, which was to be their home for some time to come, the children ran in to breakfast.

“Now, Bunny and Sue,” said Mr. Brown, as he made ready to go to his office, “one thing I want you to do is to pick out what toys you want to take with you.  They can not be very many, so pick out those you like best.”

“Oh, Bunny!” cried Sue.  “You take your ’lectricity train that you got back from the hermit, and I’ll take my Teddy bear, Sallie Malinda with her ’lectric-light eyes.”

“No,” said Bunny, shaking his head.  “My electric train takes up too much room.  I’m going to take my popgun that shoots corks, and maybe I can scare away any cows that get in front of our auto.”

“All right.  But I’m going to take Sallie Malinda,” declared Sue.

While she was getting it out from among her playthings, Bunny went out to look at the big automobile again.  He climbed up to the seat.  Bunker Blue, after bringing it up to the Brown house so Mrs. Brown could pack in it the things she wanted, had gone back to the dock.

“I wish I could steer this machine,” murmured Bunny as he took his seat at the wheel.  “I could, too, if they’d only let me.  I wish they would.”

He twisted the steering wheel to and fro, playing that he was guiding the big car.  Suddenly he heard a grinding sound, as when Bunker Blue had been on the seat, and, to Bunny’s astonishment, the big van, the wheel of which he held, began to move slowly around the drive which circled the Brown home.

CHAPTER V

Where is splash?

“Oh!  Oh!  Oh!” cried Bunny Brown, as he felt himself being carried along in the automobile.  “What has happened?”

The automobile kept on moving, and Bunny held his hands on the steering wheel.  He knew this must be done whenever any machine, like an automobile, was moving.

“I’ve either got to stop it, or—­or steer it along the curved path so it won’t run into anything,” whispered Bunny Brown to himself.  “I don’t know what makes me go but I’m going, and I’m keeping going, so I’ve got to steer.”

And steer Bunny did.  Fortunately though the car was large, it was easily steered, for Mr. Brown had it made that way so his wife could take the wheel when she cared to.

Mrs. Brown could drive an ordinary automobile and she could steer well.  So while Mr. Brown was having the big auto-van made over he had the steering part changed so that the steering wheel turned from side to side very easily.  And as Bunny was a sturdy chap he had no trouble about this part.